Comforting A Friend (Stella, Sabriel)

Following Stella as she went to buy the dress, Sabriel would smile and think about what the redhead had just suggested. The thought of a meet up with her and Veralia sounded like fun although the Arrancar mused to herself just what exactly the Quincy had in mind. The dark haired woman was definitely going to need to keep her more lustful thoughts at bay in that case, something that was going to be incredibly difficult when surrounded by two of her closest friends.

In the end, she could not quite keep her desire in check and as Stella paid, the arms of the Arrancar would wrap around the Quincy from behind, a chuckle escaping her lips as she replied to the redhead’s suggestion. “That sounds like fun to me. I just hope that we do not accidentally set off Veralia’s envy or my desire when we are all together.” A part of her pondered if that was Stella intended, given how bashful she had just been.

“I have never been the best judge of human food so maybe it would be best if you picked for us.” Sabriel would reply softly, a twinkle of want still in her eyes. It was not an overbearing sensation or anything like that but after playing the role of listener for a while, the Arrancar could not help but let her true nature come out a bit. Her hand would slip inside Stella’s, gently holding onto it, doing her best to make sure that the redhead felt comfortable.

As they walked, she would turn to the Quincy and ask tenderly, smiling at her friend. “Are you feeling better now?”

Sabriel was relieved to hear Stella speak with a little optimism and the dark haired Arrancar truly did hope that the redhead would soon turn a corner. If anyone could bounce back from such a harrowing experience, it was her Quincy friend and Sabriel knew that she had a close circle of friends who would all help in their own way, herself included. When she thought about it, Sabriel honestly believed that the attacker had made a grave error in attacking Stella, a young woman who had as many allies as Sabriel did herself. They were rather similar in that way, forming bonds wherever they went.

Looking at the quaint shop, the Arrancar would nod, offering an arm to Stella. “I have heard that is quite the delicacy and I am rather curious to try it out for myself. Lead the way, my dear.”

Glancing over the menu, Sabriel would muse about what she wanted. Honestly, there were so many options that it made the woman’s head spin but after a few moments or so, she came across a few spicy dishes that caught her eye. Bland food was not a favourite of hers and so she did her utmost to avoid them as much as possible. Good food and a lovely bottle of wine were the perfect combination for the Arrancar, followed by a good…well, she was not a woman of desire for nothing.

“I am not surprised at all to hear that our close friend enjoys the spicier dishes and I am quite tempted to have a try at one too.” She replied with a smile, circling her finger around one in particular. “How about you? What tickles your fancy?”

“Do not feel the need to go all out if you think you will regret it later.” Sabriel replied with a small smile, chuckling slightly at how open Stella was about such things. The Arrancar adored her for that, one of many of the beautiful Quincies traits that she did. “It would be such a shame to have such a lovely encounter end in such an unpleasant way. Perhaps choose something that both you and your stomach can agree on, hmm?”

As for herself, she would call over a server so that she could make her order, not having the slightest hesitation about what she wished for. After that, the Arrancar would sit back and briefly examine the sweet looking place while the redhead ordered.